Imagine my chagrin when I learned of a strip joint 45 minutes from my house that's named "Cloud Nine".
I just had to check it out on prinicpal.
I wish I went to the newly renovated Ballpark Tavern instead.
After driving down Rte 63 for what seemed like an eternity into the middle of nowheresville. (Actually, 4 miles west of Harleysville, PA) I find the joint.
THe place itself is not so bad, the majority of dancers were in my opinion good looking and many were even tall, leggy and athletic. I sat myself between two regulars and asked furtive questions of them to gain the inside track. Such furtive questions included, "so do you get anything decent in the couch dance room or is it just a big tease show?" The regulars answered that it's good and a tease. My guess was that they were either simps or working the long term angle like the master himself, justlooking. I don't have the time for such endeavors but I asked for a dance from a girl whose name eludes me right now irregardless.
Now, here's a first for me.....
I GOT STOOD UP FOR A COUCH DANCE!!!
I asked her during her "titty catching tips" round and she said she would be back to give me the dance when she was finished. I noticed her make her rounds and then she promptly went to the corner and sat down by herself. Now the couch dance room was directly behind me so I know she wasnt waiting for me. She either thought I was the ugliest and smelliest motherfucker ( ) or she completely flaked. In either case i wasn't going to chase her down. I got one from Christine instead.
Christine was a skinny, small chested girl that had a pretty face and smile. I'm a sucker for a nice smile. The couch dance was as described by the regulars, hardly any contact and lame as shit. The female bouncer was watching the entire time. Christine was pleasant enough and we had a interesting conversation, she has a tongue stud and I implied hints that I'd like to try it out someday; she neither rebuffed my come-ons nor did she reciprocate, perhaps she got schooled by Danielle or she just didnt know me well enough. In either case, the time I get to go out and be naughty doesnt make this a place for me to return too often.
I guess I'll have to take the train and go to NY and check out ass-con and get scuzzy with you NY scumbags.
I just had to check it out on prinicpal.
I wish I went to the newly renovated Ballpark Tavern instead.
After driving down Rte 63 for what seemed like an eternity into the middle of nowheresville. (Actually, 4 miles west of Harleysville, PA) I find the joint.
THe place itself is not so bad, the majority of dancers were in my opinion good looking and many were even tall, leggy and athletic. I sat myself between two regulars and asked furtive questions of them to gain the inside track. Such furtive questions included, "so do you get anything decent in the couch dance room or is it just a big tease show?" The regulars answered that it's good and a tease. My guess was that they were either simps or working the long term angle like the master himself, justlooking. I don't have the time for such endeavors but I asked for a dance from a girl whose name eludes me right now irregardless.
Now, here's a first for me.....
I GOT STOOD UP FOR A COUCH DANCE!!!
I asked her during her "titty catching tips" round and she said she would be back to give me the dance when she was finished. I noticed her make her rounds and then she promptly went to the corner and sat down by herself. Now the couch dance room was directly behind me so I know she wasnt waiting for me. She either thought I was the ugliest and smelliest motherfucker ( ) or she completely flaked. In either case i wasn't going to chase her down. I got one from Christine instead.
Christine was a skinny, small chested girl that had a pretty face and smile. I'm a sucker for a nice smile. The couch dance was as described by the regulars, hardly any contact and lame as shit. The female bouncer was watching the entire time. Christine was pleasant enough and we had a interesting conversation, she has a tongue stud and I implied hints that I'd like to try it out someday; she neither rebuffed my come-ons nor did she reciprocate, perhaps she got schooled by Danielle or she just didnt know me well enough. In either case, the time I get to go out and be naughty doesnt make this a place for me to return too often.
I guess I'll have to take the train and go to NY and check out ass-con and get scuzzy with you NY scumbags.